Satia, part 1
by hud



This is a little different from my other stories. The domination is much more
subtle. I hope this sets up well for part 2, which will contain more
physicality. As always there is sex. The premise from this has been taken,
with permission, from a series of correspondences with a very strong and
dominant woman.

Positive comments and constructive criticism are welcomed.

Email: Mb1979one@hotmail.com

Satia the Adventure Begins

My name is Satia which is either from the Greek, where it is the root from
which we get the words: satiated, insatiable, satiety, or it is Celtic where
Satia the name of a moon goddess. Like Siddhartha, Satia means fulfillment. I
am sure if you ever meet me you will see that I am aptly named.

The reason for this story is to tell you about my ascent from a strong quiet
girl to a dominant goddess.

To give you a little background, presently I am twenty-five years old. I am
five foot nine and weigh one hundred and sixty-five pounds. My boyfriend Mark
is six feet tall and weighs the same one hundred and sixty-five.

As we speak, I have determined that I am stronger than he is. I see him
straining when we wrestle, and I never have to go full out. Also, when we arm
wrestle, I let him win half the time and I think he is really going for it. I
never have to use full power to defeat him. 

I have always been pretty strong and athletic. This started at a very early
age. When I was about five or six my parents enrolled me in a gymnastics
school. After one day I knew that they had made the right choice for me. I
loved the energy and strength that working out every day gave me.

My favorite training exercise was the rope climb. We would have to climb a
forty foot rope using only the strength in our arms, while our legs were
straight out at a forty-five degree angle. By the time I was ten my abs had
grown thick and defined using exercises like this. My shoulders rose up into
my thick neck.

I actually had round balls of muscles in my upper arms and my wrists and hands
were strong enough to make my classmates, both make and female, wince, or even
something cry when I squeezed their hands.

At a young age I was taller than most in my class. I was already five foot
four and one hundred and twenty pounds by the time I was eleven. Add to that
the muscles gained through my intense workouts and I was an imposing figure.
At that time in school the boys would draw straws to decide who would 'have to
fight me. I was always happy to oblige. May times the boy who had drawn the
short straw would start crying, but I don't think I ever did serious physical
damage to them, but I never lost.

There were a few instances where, looking back, I probably did some severe
mental harm. On one occasion, a twelve year old name Johnny teased one of my
friends, Sara, until she started crying. I was really angry and challenged him
to a fight after school. He foolishly agreed.

We met up behind the school in an area where we were hidden from the school's
view. At the start we just circled around looking for an opening. He would
grab at my arms, I would twist them and his weak hands would lose their grip.
Then he made a huge mistake. Without much of a windup, he punched my face,
hitting me on the cheekbone.

The blow didn't hurt, but I saw red. Before he could protect himself, I reared
back and hit him dead on his stomach. Immediately he doubled over gasping for
air. Not stopping I closed in on him. Putting my left foot behind his right, I
pushed and he went to the ground on his back. That knocked the wind out of him
once more. I pounced, my thick butt landing on his skinny chest.

Sliding up I put my legs over his arms. He was immobilized. I began slapping
his face back and forth. I was not using all my strength, just enough to make
it uncomfortable and to show him who was in control. I paused at one point,
grabbed some grass and sprinkled it on his beet red face. I knew he had lost,
but I wasn't done yet. I started slapping him again. I could see the tears
starting to well up in his eyes

Looking down I said to him, "have you had enough? Are you ready to apologize
to Sara?" I have to give him credit, at first he refused, saying "no way."

So I started slapping him again, with a little more force. I was afraid that
if I hit him as hard as I could I would knock some of his teeth out. After a
couple of minutes more, tears were dripping out of the corners of his eyes, so
I stopped and said "now are you ready?" Quietly he said "yeah."

"Sara come here please," I yelled. My little blonde haired friend walked over
and with a huge smile on her face looked down at the scrunched up face stuck
in between my strong thighs. Giving them a little pulse of power to affirm my
superiority, I looked down at him and said, "Ok, time for your apology."

Looking up he spit out, "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "Ok" Sara said with
a smirk "that is good enough for me." I let him up and as soon as he was on
his feet he ran back to the school as fast as he could. We all stood there and
laughed. That was the last time he ever gave any of my friends any trouble.

The only other time that really sticks in my mind was with a different
character, Danny, who was also eleven, but much shorter and than I was at
about five feet. He was much skinnier too. For whatever reason one day at
lunch he decided to insult me, saying to his friends in the cafeteria I had
muscles like a man. Well later that day in recess he found out about those
muscles. I went up to him. Showing how much he was out classed, I didn't do
anything but put my arms out so he couldn't escape. Once my hands were behind
is back I began walking forward, he had little choice but to go backwards.

Slowly, with little effort on my part, Danny was being forced to retreat.
Eventually he hit a school wall. My thick arms were on either side of his puny
chest. Looking directly at him I said, "I understand you think I look like a
man." I could see the fear in his eyes, which made me feel warm inside and
even more powerful. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Snaking my arms around his chest, I bent down a little tightened my grip and
stood back up. He quickly left the ground caught in my powerful bear hug. I
laughed in his ear and asked him how he liked being tall for a day. Still
nothing came out of him. I could feel his little weak body shake in fear.
Deciding to end it quickly, I tightened my grip collapsing his rib cage. I
could feel small sobs wrack his feeble chest. He was having trouble saying
anything. I could see the tears start to run down his pale cheeks.

"If you are ready to apologize, nod yes," I demanded. Instantaneously his head
began to bob up and down. Releasing him back to the pavement, I found out the
other side to being a strong female. Instead of running he wrapped his thin
arms around me, squeezed as hard as his weak muscles would allow and buried
his head on my shoulder and kept saying "I am so sorry."

Danny had become mine. I was too young to know this. It wasn't until years
later that I realized that I had created my first subject. He followed me
around like a puppy for the rest of the year. The little runt used to pester
me all the time to give him piggy back rides and shoulder carries. When he saw
no one was looking he used to beg me to flex my large arms and he would go
glassy eyed as his small hands caressed my big muscles. Unfortunately for me,
his family moved out of town the following summer. It would not be until I met
Mark that I found a man that I could dominate and not scare away.

Soon after that my gymnastics instructor had a talk with my parents. He said
that I could continue to train if I like, but he knew that I would soon be too
tall to properly compete in this sport of midget girls.

I was unhappy for about a week, then one day we drove by a new building which
had a huge banner, Judo "" All Levels Accepted. I begged my mother to stop. We
went into the place and I was hooked. My personality did not fit in most team
sports. I had to be the one. So an individual sport like this was perfect for
me.

We talked to the owner and he gave us a quick tour and explained the setup. At
the end of the hour he told us about a beginner's class that would be held two
nights hence. With a smile that went from ear to ear, I asked, no begged, to
be able to attend.

My mother asked about the safety of such a rough sport. Trying to head that
one off, I removed my coat and did a bicep pose. The large round bulb rose up
nicely. The owner laughed and said with arms like that I should be ok and that
my years in gymnastics would put me ahead of the other first timers.

I almost did cartwheels back out the car. I could not wait for the first
class. Finally the night came and my father took me to the dojo. He handed the
owner a check, kissed me on the cheek and told me he would be back in two
hours.

The owner gave me my first ghee and pointed to the girl's locker room. When I
exited the locker room and entered the gym I took stock of who was in my
class. There were about twenty of us, all shapes and sizes. The ages ranged
from eight to seventeen. There were twelve boys and eight girls.

The instructor explained that most of the first round of classes would be
about technique. When our skill level was determined, we would go into new
classes with people close to our abilities and size.

We loosened up for about fifteen minutes. Then he instructed us on the basics
of rolling and for fun, he showed us a hip toss. Most of the class was focused
on the structure of our training, how we should change our diets and
exercises, including light weight training that we could do on our own.

With about fifteen minutes left in the class, he announced that we would have
some fun. He paired us up as closely as he could based on height and weight.
My partner was a fifteen year old boy named Joe. We were given one last
reminder on how to perform the throw and told to have at it. I told Joe to go
first. He tried to throw me, I resisted. He managed to get me a little off
balance and I slipped to the floor. Now it was my turn.

I used every bit of the strength and flexibility that six years of gymnastics
had given me. I grabbed his arm and the front of his ghee. I pulled and
twisted. He connected with my hip and went flying over it, landing about three
feet away. I felt that warm feeling inside of me, the same feeling as when I
used to beat up the boys.

I knew this was to be my next challenge. We tried the throw several times
before the class was over and the result was always the same. I would barely
go down and he ended up flying through the air. After that night he tried to
avoid being my partner as much as he could. With my natural athletic ability
and years of preparing my body I soon moved on to a higher level class, never
to look back.

Over the next four years I kept growing at about an inch or so each year,
until I reached my current height of five-nine right before my sixteenth
birthday. The weight came a little slower. At that age I was about one hundred
and forty muscled pounds.

I also learned a few things along the way. First was about guy's egos. Teenage
boys don't really like being shown up, especially by their dates. If I won an
arm wrestling contest, or pinned a guy when we wrestled, I rarely got a call
for another date. So being smart, I began to lose at arm wrestling. I would
always put out enough fight that they thought I tried, but in the end I would
let my hand touch the table.

On top of that, I always managed to get pinned when the guy wanted to wrestle
me. No matter how weak, uncoordinated or feeble the guy was I would always end
up on the bottom. Even if I didn't really like him I would lose, to avoid the
word spreading about my strength and ability.

I also learned how easy it was to hypnotize a high school boy with your chest.
Suddenly at fifteen I went from a small A cup to a large B. Add that to my
long toned legs and I unexpectedly became a desired woman. I was amazed how
the older boys began to circle me.

That was the last lesson, when I began to date seniors, I found out that many
of them were stronger than I was, especially the bigger athletes. I was pretty
sure that my martial arts training would allow me to beat them in a real
fight, but in play fighting they were superior. As I grew older I decided I
didn't like that and focused my energy on guys who didn't outweigh me by fifty
pounds.

After high school I went on to university. With the added workload, I
reluctantly had to give up judo. To replace it I took up an occasional
aerobics class. Not working out every day changed my body a little. I still
had muscle, but I added some curves. My breasts grew to be C cups. As in high
school I drew a lot of attention from the upper classmen.

By the spring of my first year I noticed that I was getting jittery. I missed
physical contact that martial arts provided. So one night I found a
replacement for that energy release, sex. In high school I had been able to
stay a virgin mainly because I was big enough that when I said no, the guys
took heed. Also I have very little, if any, gag reflex, so I was able to keep
the boys pretty happy without spreading my legs.

One Wednesday night I was out having dinner with the junior that I was seeing
at the time. Bob was just the type of guy I knew I liked physically. He was a
little taller than I was, and slender. I was probably a few pounds heavier.
After the food we started walking back to the university. He began to tickle
me. I fought back eventually pushing him against a tree. I don't know what got
into me, but I pressed my lips against his and kissed him deeply.

He responded in kind taking his long arms and wrapping them around my back
apparently oblivious to my show of strength. After a couple of minutes of
torrid kissing, I realized how wet I was, and that there was something very
stiff being ground against my stomach.

Rushing like the school kids that we were, Bob and I ran hand in hand towards
his apartment. We entered the living room and started kissing again. Not
stopping Bob took his hands off of my body and began to undo the buttons to
his polo. Breaking our embrace he pulled the shirt over his head revealing his
trim fit body. I ran my long fingers over his flat chest and up into his brown
hair.

With my arms in the air Bob reached down and started to pull my red t-shirt
over my head. In the past I might have resisted such an early and forward
action, but that night I let him continue. Underneath I had a lacy white bra,
which didn't provide much support. Even with the size of my breasts, not much
was needed.

Timidly he reached out with both hands and grabbed my heavy globes kneading
them awkwardly. It was apparent that he was even less experienced than I was.
Taking the lead, I pulled his hands away and walked him into the bedroom. When
we were standing next to his bed I took my hands from him and reached to the
front of my bra and unclasped it. The soft fabric slid down my body to the
floor. His eyes grew wider when he saw the treasure in front of him.

I brought his hands back to my now free breasts and gently showed him how to
massage my hardening nipples. Taking my hands away, as he seemed to have
figured out what he should do, I put my hands on the back of his neck and
pulled him towards me. We kissed hard and deep. I felt that tingle in my groin
growing again.

We kissed for a long time, finally I pushed him down on to the bed, grabbing
the button on his jeans I opened them and in one quick motion pulled both his
jeans and boxers down to the floor. Bob was now completely naked. He tried to
get up, but I put an arm on his chest and shook my head no. Unbuttoning my own
jeans, I pushed them to my knees and stepped out of them. Looking back, I see
this was a manifestation of my burgeoning dominance, but I was a novice on
this night.

We were now equally naked to the world. Climbing onto the bed, I put one thigh
on either side of his small hips. His rigid cock pressed into my thick
stomach, while his balls nestled into the light patch of blonde hair I had
left for show. I lowered my mouth to his and we kissed for a minute or two.
Each time I slid my tongue into his mouth I felt his cock spasm against me.

I knew that I was going to lose my cherry tonight. I had heard stories from
other girls about their first times and the quick triggers that young guys
often possessed. I also was told how to slow them down a little. I broke our
kiss, lifted my body slightly and told him to slide up a little.

Eagerly Bob moved up until his head was on the pillows and my butt was
covering his calves.

Bending down I took his stiff cock into my mouth. He was a nice size, above
average in both length and thickness, but he wasn't a monster. Like I told you
earlier, I have almost no gag reflex, so in short order I took his entire cock
into my mouth and down my throat. When my lips met his stomach an audible moan
escaped his lips.

I stayed down there, swabbing his hard shaft with my soft tongue. I fucked my
mouth with his cock, pulling back up an inch or so and plunging back down.
This went on until I needed air. Rising back up, I left the first few inches
inside of my warm mouth. I worked the area right behind the head of his
twitching cock, up and down. I could feel his body tense, so I went back down
to the root one more time and pressed my fingers under his contracted balls.

That was all it took. With Bob deep in my throat, I could not taste his cum,
but I could feel the juice travel along the shaft of his cock. About six or
seven strong spurts traveled the hard length. That was followed by two or
three weak ones. Slowly, teasingly I let his softening rod slide out of my
mouth and down to his stomach.

His eyes were slits. Crawling up to him, I pulled his arm out and cuddled with
him, my neck was on his shoulder and our heads lightly lay against each
others. I ran my fingers along his arm, causing the fine hairs to rise. Coming
to his senses Bob said to me in a throaty voice, "Wow, no woman has ever done
that to me."

I was surprised by that revelation, but his clumsy touch with my breasts
should have been a clue. He spoke again, "yeah a couple of girls have used
their hands, but none had gone down on me like that, damn you were fantastic."
Although I knew that based on the short time it took him to cum, his saying it
still gave me a nice warm feeling.

Taking charge again, I said to him, "now it is your turn." I didn't think he
was ready to go down on me, so I took his right arm, pulled it over my head
and directed it down to my soaking wet pussy. Our hands were about the same
size, but mine were much firmer. I guided his fingers along my slit, coating
his with the thick juices. I coached him on how to run his fingers along my
engorged lips and around the hood of my pulsing clit. I took my hand away, and
let him work on his own, while I enjoyed it.

He did very well for his first time. I felt my arousal growing. Reaching back
down, I took his fingers and pushed them inside of me. I pushed and pulled his
hand in and out of me. Bob achieved a good rhythm, but I was not getting any
closer. Grabbing at his cock I found out that he was as stiff as before. Ready
to take the final step, I ran my tongue around his ear lobe and whispered, "I
want you in me, now."

I pulled his body on top of mine. I felt him poking but not getting anywhere,
so I reached down grabbed his long rod and guided him to my waiting pussy. I
was tight, but all the fluids, coming out of me made the entry easier than I
had heard it would be. My hymen was a thing of the past, having been broken
during one particularly rough sparring match, so slowly but surely he entered
all the way, until our pubic bones met.

We lay there for a minute taking it all in. To give him a hint, I began to
grind against him, pulling out as much as I could from below. Soon he got the
idea and began to piston his hard cock in and out of my enflamed pussy. For
his first time, his motion was pretty good, and my oral efforts meant he
didn't cum too fast.

He picked up the pace, pounding his hard cock in and out of me, deep then
shallow. I was reaching the place I wanted to be. My breathing grew shallower.
I closed my eyes to focus on the actions below. Then it happened, my first
orgasm from real sex. I felt the warm waves cascade over me. As that happened,
so did something else, my pussy clamped down on his hard rod and stopped him
dead in his tracks.

I didn't even know I could do this. Coming back to my senses, I heard Bob
whisper, "That hurts." Back in control I relaxed and he was able to move, but
I put my ankles on his back so he could not pullout. Looking him straight in
the eyes, I said, "I want you to fuck me until you come." I released my leg
hold enough to allow him to start pounding me again. I placed me knees on
either side of him as he went back to work.

Pretty soon I could see the expression in his face change. He pushed deep one
last time and a moan escaped his lips. As he started to go limp I ground my
clit into him and came again, lightly. His entire body weight was on top of
me, but I barely felt it with the sexual energy that ran through my body. His
cock deflated a bit, so with a little push I expelled it. Wrapping my arms
around him, I kissed him softly on his cheek and said, "That was awesome
baby."

His body was covered in sweat. There was sweet warmth arising from mine. We
lay there for a long time taking in the experience. I think he may have even
dozed for a second. I could have stayed like this for all night. Eventually he
rolled off of me and went to the bathroom. I looked at the clock and thought
about my classes the next day and how my room was much closer to them.
Reluctantly I put my clothes back on.

When he came back out, he asked where I was going. I walked over to him and
said "I would love to stay baby, but I have class in the morning." He gave me
a little sad puppy dog face, so I took his head in my hands and kissed him on
the nose and said, "You know we can do this again tomorrow night." He
brightened up at that thought. We did exactly that, for about the next three
months. We constantly fucked, made love, whatever you want to call it.

We were like rabbits, barely going out, I would run over to his place after
dinner and we would have sex and watch TV and repeat. He even rented a few
pornos for suggestions, as well was searching the net for sexual positions. We
got better and better, he even gave me orgasms from oral, but soon my
aggressiveness became too much for him and we broke up. It was amicable, but
he needed a more docile woman.

Over the next few years, until I graduated, I had more than a few partners. I
was never a slut, but I was also never long without a man and his hard cock. I
slept with a wide range of guys, some had large cocks, some had small ones.
Regardless of their size I could always clamp down on them. My sexual power
kept my partner satisfied in bed. There was one guy who was at most four
inches long and three and a half inches around. He almost cried when my pussy
grabbed him.

Afterwards I asked him why he got so emotional. His response was no other
woman had been bale to make him feel like a man. Most of the time he felt like
he was swimming when he entered women. That made me feel really good. He was a
nice guy and we fucked for a few more weeks, but his personality and cock size
didn't do it for me.

Unfortunately, I never found the perfect combination of temperament that I
needed for a long term relationship.

I needed someone who shared my love of being physical, a challenge, but
someone who was weaker than I was. At the time I didn't identify those traits,
but something always happened to cause a breakup. Either the guy was a
complete wimp, who did not test me at all, a stronger guy who wanted to
dominate me, or the one who was too boring and did not like physical tests in
any form.

Soon the big day came up and I graduated. I had several job offers, but not
the perfect one that I wanted. Instead I went back home and moved back with my
parents. They supported my decision and even offered a small allowance while I
searched. Yes, they were great people, but also very old fashion. I could not
bring a boy home and into my room. They also frowned on me staying out late,
especially if they knew a boy was involved.

To keep the peace I put boys and sex on the back burner while I lived with
them. Going back to my high school days to find an outlet for all my energy, I
joined a gym, took up weight training again and even added a kick boxing class
to the mix. Within a few weeks, my old shape started to return. My breasts
shrunk a little, but not enough for anyone to notice. They were still large
and now even firmer.

I eventually found my dream job with a huge multi-national chemical research
firm, in a nearby city. Even with the long hours of my new job and commute, I
still managed to keep up with the gym workouts. I joined one close to my
office to make it easier to go after work. Sometimes I would switch up and add
Pilates or and aerobics class instead of weight work.

I was going along concentrating on work and exercise. Then one day I saw him.
It was a Tuesday night when I walked into the area of the gym where the
elliptical trainers were and there he was working his cute little ass off.
Mark was taller than I was, but leaner. He was so cute that I knew I had to
have him. I jumped on the machine next to him, and began my routine. I soon
found out one thing, he was not a lightweight on this machine. By the time he
finished, I was done too.

Trying not to be too obvious, I managed to bound off the machine and into his
path. He jumped back a little. I gave him my best innocent girl smile and said
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to do that." He returned the smile, his perfect white
teeth on display. "No problem," he breathlessly replied. I stuck out my hand
and introduced myself. "I am Satia." With the warm smile still on his pretty
face, he answered "Satia, what a pretty and unusual name. Mine is a bit more
ordinary, Mark."

His grip, while sweaty, as was mine, was firm and strong. He wasn't afraid to
show what he had to a girl. I liked that. I could also tell we were a good
match physically. We made some small talk for a minute or two before he
started to excuse himself. Not wanting this first meeting to end, I asked,
"Where are you off to?" "Oh, I need to eat dinner." I kept up the forward
press, "are you going to eat alone?'

He nodded yes. I looked deep in his blue eyes and said "I hate to eat alone,
how about you, would you like some company?" I think my aggressiveness caught
him off guard, but he recovered enough to say "sure that sounds good. I need
to shower, so let's meet at the front desk in about twenty minutes."

Inside I jumped, but I managed to keep calm, saying "perfect, let me go clean
up too." When we met up at the desk, he was even better looking. Immediately,
I felt something different about Mark. There was a quiet confidence in his
manner and an intelligent look him. Plus he looked good in those tight jeans.

We walked to a café around the corner from the gym. After ordering we started
with our life stories. I found out that he was a photographer and that he was
really into bicycle racing. He called it his Tour de France dream. I told him
about my gymnastics and judo background. When I told him about building up my
abs, I swear I saw a little lustful look come over him.

We sat there for a couple of hours, the food got cold before we finished.
After he paid the bill, what a gentlemanly thing to do, I thought to myself,
since I had basically invited myself. Without waiting, I asked if I could see
his mobile. I typed in my number. Handing it back to him, I showed Mark the
screen and told him, "in case you feel like calling me."

A little blush rose in his cheeks. "I would like that," was his answer. We
hugged and went our own ways. After having isolated myself from men for too
long from men, I was floating on a cloud for the entire ride home. Friday
night he called me and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner and a movie on
Saturday.

Without trying to sound too excited I said yes. He asked me where a good place
to eat in my town was and that he would come and pick me up. I said he didn't
have to do that, but he insisted. Man he was scoring points left and right. I
gave him the address and directions. We hung up soon after and I started
counting the hours.

Saturday evening I was dressed to kill. A short black shirt and four inch
stiletto heels made my very long legs look even longer. A blood red sweater,
cut down between my breasts clung tightly to my body. He picked me up at seven
and we went to the restaurant I suggested. The food was great and the
conversation was even better.

As we left the restaurant, I put my hand out and Mark reached out and placed
it in his. It was all so natural. After the night was over he drove me back to
my parent's home. Getting out he came around and opened my car door. While on
the porch we hugged again, but that wasn't enough for either of us. I put my
mouth in front of his. Taking the cue his lips opened and we merged. It was a
perfect end to the evening. Eventually I broke it off, because if I hadn't I
probably would have raped him there and then.

Over the next few months our feeling grew. There was no seminal day when
things changed, but one day I realized that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.
One night I finally decided we needed to go all the way. I could not hold out
any longer. On a Friday morning I packed a small bag and threw it in the back
of my car. I didn't even tell Mark what my plans were for the evening.

I decided I would face the music at a later time, so I walked back into the
kitchen, told my parents that I was going to work and that I was going to
spend the weekend in the other city. I left before they could say anything and
went out the door. Driving to work I began to get wet thinking about my
upcoming plans. I hadn't told Mark, but in anticipation of this might I had
gone back on the pill. Everything was ready.

The day could not have gone any slower. Finally five o'clock came and I rushed
out of the door. We met at a local Indian restaurant and had a great dinner of
Tandori chicken, rice, spinach, and plenty of Nan. Not wanting to spoil the
surprise I did not rush through the meal. After we finished off a cup of tea
Mark asked what I wanted to do. I said, "Can we go to the video store and rent
a movie or two. I feel like staying in tonight."

He had a long week too, so mark was more than agreeable. We compromised on a
comedy, the name of which escapes me right now. As I got out of my car, I
pulled the bag out of the backseat. Mark asked what it was for. I told a
little white lie saying I was tired and wasn't sure if I wanted to drive back
that night.

Once inside his place I went to the kitchen and poured each of us a glass of
Merlot. We settled back on his bed. Mark picked up the remote and started the
movie. Soon the wine fueled heat inside me took over. I stopped concentrating
on the movie and turned my attention to the man lying next to me. I turned to
him, put my hand on his chest and started lightly massaging his firm flesh.

At the same time I kissed Mark's long neck. It didn't take him long to
respond. He turned his head towards mine and our mouths met. I was so hot that
I quickly pushed my tongue past his lips and into his warm enclosure. Finding
his tongue, I muscled it around and around, flicking it is every inch of his
cavity. I could feel his cock growing in his pants as I continued to invade
his willing mouth.

Keeping in control I stepped back and started to remove my clothes.

As surprising as this may sound, until this night Mark had never seen me in
any state of undress. Since we started dating in the fall, we had never had
gone to the beach and he was such a gentleman that he never went beyond my
make out limits.

When I took my blouse off and he saw my body for the first time, I could see
his eyes widen. His right hand immediately went to my stomach. "Wow, I can't
believe the muscles your stomach has." I tensed my thick abs as he traced
along the ridges. Mark had felt the thickness of my back and on occasion my
arms, but this was the first time he actually had a clear view. He would from
time to time comment about how strong my body felt. Now it was on display for
him and only him.

"Pretty good don't you think?" I moved his hand aside and slapped the thick
muscles. "Doesn't that hurt?" he asked. "Not at all," I answered. "Try it
yourself" I teased him. He weakly slapped at my stomach. "Come on you can do
better than that, punch me" I said in a taunting manner. He balled up his hand
and gave a much better effort, but it still failed to dent the dense mass I
had spent twenty years building.

Mark was not completely comfortable punching me, so I said "ok, let's try
something else. I stood up and removed my pants. Now he could see the entire
package and I could tell he was enjoying the view. Keeping the momentum going,
I reached down and undid his pants. I told Mark to lift his ass off the bed.
When he did I pulled his pants all the way off of him. His legs were long and
lean, the type of muscles that a bicyclist or a swimmer has. My legs were
thicker especially my quads. Years of jumping and kicking had given me the
explosive power needed for my activities.

I put his long fingers on my powerful quads and looked at his face for a
reaction. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another involuntary reaction as I
witnessed his cock jump in his boxers. I smiled at him. Reaching down I
stroked his tool through the thin fabric. "I need to see your big muscle," I
whispered.

Taking the tops of the boxers, I pulled up exposing his long tube. Mark was a
very nice size. Later I would measure him at just over seven inches long and
almost six inches around. Definitely one that would fill me up. I was in no
mood to wait any longer. Foreplay would be for another day. He was stiff and
ready. I was sopping wet from our kissing and the anticipation.

Making sure he felt like he was in control, I rolled on my back and opened my
legs wide. Looking into his eyes as I grabbed his hand, I pushed his long
fingers inside of me and whispered, "feel how wet I am honey. I am ready for
you. Please don't make me wait." He needed no further coaxing. He turned on
top of me, rubbed the head of his thick cock on my pussy for a little lube and
then placed the head at my entrance.

Entering my canal, his long and thick cock filled me perfectly. He was a
wonderful lover. His stroked varied from long and slow to short and fast. He
would ride high against my clit and low to get really deep. He showed no signs
of cumming, but I on the other hand had been dreaming about this all day, so
after only a few minutes I felt the warmth building inside of me. Mark started
a series of high short and hard strokes against my clit.

That was all I needed to go over the top. It felt so wondrous, I was floating.
Mark on the other hand was in a little discomfort. As with many of my
climaxes, the strong muscles of my pussy clamped down and stopped his
movement. His threshold for pain was higher than the boy who took my
virginity, but when I came down from my bliss, I could see that he had felt
better.

I relaxed, said, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I am a little strong inside.
Now I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want your cum to shoot deep
inside me." I think he was a little surprised at how forceful I was acting. My
hands on his ass pulling him deeper into me were an additional prodding.

With his cock stiff and buried Mark put those athletic legs to work.
Tirelessly he sawed in and out, not one pause he pounded my pussy for fifteen
minutes. I gasped once more as he took me over the edge again. This time I was
in better control, so I only tightened my grip, increasing the friction, but
he was able to keep his strokes going.

Looking at his sweet face I saw the signs. His eyes were only slits, his mouth
was twisted. Finally before I got to the point of not being able to walk he
pushed in one last time, grunted loudly and deposited his load deep into me.
He collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled us
tighter. I had not had a man inside me for over a year. Damn it felt good.

The rest of the weekend was a sexual Olympics. We tried every position we knew
in every place we could. The bed, the floor, the living room couch and chairs,
no place was off limits. Saturday morning we took a shower together soaping
each others bodies. Mark was entranced by my stomach muscles. He caressed them
with his slippery hands.

As we toweled off I slapped those thick muscles and said to Mark ok honey why
don't you try it again. He looked at me skeptically, shrugged his shoulders
and punched me. His hand bounced off not even getting close to depressing
them. "It is ok, you can hit me harder, I am a big girl." He wound up and hit
me much harder. I didn't budge. That one did leave a small red mark, but he
did not hurt me at all.

Without asking this time, Mark really stepped into one. I didn't have time to
brace my feet, so he knocked me back a bit, but my abs didn't move. "Wow," he
said "I think that one hurt my hand more." I smiled at him and said "twenty
years of gymnastics and martial arts will give you a pretty good base."

Sticking his flat stomach out, he said "your turn." After all the years of
punching things I knew I had to be careful not to hurt him. I brought my hand
back and swung with about one third of my power. He managed it pretty well,
but I could see that I can't go much harder. "That wasn't bad, you want to try
again," he asked in a confident voice. If he only knew I thought to myself.

I cock my fist and swung again this time with a little more force. He took it
well, but I could feel a little movement, so I knew about half of my strength
was about where his limit was. I faked swinging one more time and instead
tackled him on to our messy bed. There was a brief struggle, as I tested his
strength. I knew we were close I, thought I might be a little stronger, but as
I had learned before, I let him pin me, keeping his make ego intact. Another
glorious two hours of love making followed.

After that weekend it was just a matter of when, not if that we were going to
live together. I followed the same plan for the next few months. I would leave
on Friday and return on Sunday night. Finally I realized the ridiculousness of
this and over a nice dinner asked Mark if he was ready for the next step. He
quickly said yes, that he had been ready a month ago, but he wasn't sure how
to bring it up with me.

I went home, had a tense sit down with my parents, but in the end they
understood. During the week I packed what I would need, stuffed it in my car
and took off on the newest journey of my life.

As our time together progressed I found out how much Mark really liked my
muscles. One morning I was fixing my hair and must have unconsciously flexed.
I heard a "wow, can you do that again?" escape his lips. "What did I do?" I
asked him. "Your biceps, they are so big. Can you flex it again?"

I smiled and did a real flex for him. A thick ball rose from my big arm.
Almost transfixed he wrapped his hands around my bicep. He caressed my hard
muscle not making a sound. I could hear his breath get more and more ragged.
No matter how hard he squeezed, my arm did not move. I reached out with my
other hand and squeezed the bulge in his pants. Mark was as hard as a rock.

That is when I realized his little secret. He loved my strong muscles.
Reaching into his pants I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft and began
to stroke him the way he was stroking my arm. Eventually he stopped moving his
hands and just tightened his grip. I picked up the pace and very soon I felt
his cock pulsing as he shot into his pants and covered my hand.

I looked him in the face and he was a little red, and had a look like he was a
bit ashamed.

Lightening the moment, I licked the cum off of the back of my hand and pointed
to the bathroom telling him that he needed to clean himself up and get ready
for work. Sheepishly he shuffled off.

At the end of the day I headed to the gym. Most nights we went together, but
occasionally Mark had to work late, so when that happened I went on my own.
When he went with me, I normally kept the weights lower and went more for
reps, but since he was not there I went heavy for over an hour. After I
finished my body was throbbing and tired. I could barely lift my arms over my
head to wash my hair when I showered.

Arriving home I found that Mark had cooked dinner. I gave him a long kiss
hello and went to the bedroom to change into a t-shirt and sweat pants. We had
a nice meal of chicken, rice and broccoli. Afterwards we washed the dishes. As
I was putting them into the cabinet, I could see out of the corner of my eye
that Mark was staring at me.

I realized that is gaze was fixed on my arms. After the day's workout they
were large and pumped. I tensed them for him and saw his eyes get even bigger.
After putting everything away, I turned to him and gave him a two armed flex.
For a second nothing happened, but eventually he swallowed hard and asked in a
stuttering sentence, "Do you want to arm wrestle?"

I smiled at him and answered, "Sure honey." I sat down at the dining table and
put my elbow down and my hand out for him. He sat down opposite me and grasped
my hand in his. Looking at him, I smiled again and said, "On three, ok." He
nodded as I counted "one, two, three."

I did not immediately go for the win. I wanted to find out how strong he
really was. I matched every bit of his effort. For about three or four minutes
we were in the starting position, neither one of us able to push the other
down. I was so surprised, here I had just finished a brutal workout, and he
had done nothing, but he couldn't put me away. The glow in my belly grew as it
did every time I used my strength against a man.

Unfortunately the workout caught up to me and after a long struggle he was
finally able to push my hand down. He had a big smile on his face. Mine was
more inward. He had won, but I knew that if we were on equal footing, I could
beat him.

Full of confidence, Mark bent down and using his strong legs put me over his
shoulder and carried me into the bedroom, like a caveman, carrying his
conquered woman.

That night the sex was great. I let Mark stay on top the entire time I was so
worn out from my time at the gym I glad to let him do all the work. He was so
elated from beating me that the minute he dropped his pants he had a huge
erection. I was so wet from the knowledge that I was stronger, that I didn't
need any foreplay I told him to stick it in me and he obliged.

Pounding away like a mad man, he worked his thick cock in and out of me. I
must have had three orgasms before he finally shot deep inside of me. Spent,
he collapsed on top of my hard body and lay there for a good twenty minutes.

I finally pushed him off of me and went into the bathroom to clean up and
brush my teeth. By the time I returned Mark was fast asleep, worn out from our
nightly activity

.

The following Saturday afternoon we both went to the gym. I lightened up on
the weights since he was next to me most of the time. Mark was lifting heavier
than I was, but not as heavy as I had been the previous week. While doing my
third set of curls, I hatched a plan to show him some of my power.

After we finished or workouts, Mark and I headed to our respective locker
rooms to shower and change. Returning home it was time for an early dinner.
While preparing the meal I made sure to flex my arms anytime Mark could see
me. The steak, potato and asparagus were great.

Afterwards, I picked up the heavy skillet that we had used to cook the steak.
The weight showed off my muscles without being too obvious.

I put the pan back down and turned to him. In a teasing voice I said, "Mark
would you like to arm wrestle to see who does the dishes?" He blushed a
little, but then grinned with a confidence which soon would be shattered.
"Ok," he replied. We took the same seats as last week. Grasping hands I
counted again. On three I tensed, but did not push. Our arms stayed equal.

I was not going to rush this. I wanted to savor every minute of my victory.
Last week, my arms were dead tired. This week, I had lessened my workout and
had the additional benefit of Mark having expended some of his strength. For
the moment I was content to keep him thinking he had a chance. After about
three minutes his face was turning red, I was barely breaking a sweat.

Thinking to myself, I said time to end it. I began to up the intensity. Mark
had no answer, as his arm started its inevitable descent. Slowly but
convincingly his long arm moved down. After about thirty agonizing seconds,
his hand slammed against the table. I held it there for another fifteen second
or more to emphasize what had happened.

I could see conflicted emotions in his sweet face. Finally, a soft "wow, I
didn't think you were that strong," escaped his lips. Realizing that this was
going to be a gradual learning process, I said back to him in and equally soft
voice, "that's ok honey, you had a hard workout." I stood up, grabbed his
hands, and guided him to his feet.

I was now the alpha, at least for this night. I repeated what he had done the
week before, I bent at the waist and stood up with Mark firmly on my right
shoulder. Whereas he used his legs to get me off the ground, I only had to
bend over and stand back up. While I walked him to our bed, I barely felt his
weight. It was so easy to carry him.

I threw him on to the bed, ripped his pants off, while he removed his t-shirt.
Quickly I pushed my shorts to the floor. On weekends underwear was
unnecessary, so after lifting my t-shirt over my head, I was totally naked. In
spite of his humiliation, or maybe because of it, Mark was hard as a rock.

This was my day to be in charge. I quickly jumped on top of him, with my arms
capturing his taut chest and lithe arms. I started rubbing his thick cock
against my clit and pussy lips. The excitement of the night had me sopping wet
before we got to the bed. Now having him totally under my control made my
first orgasm quick. Within two minutes, I exploded with my juices coating his
rod.

One was only a warm up. I lifted my hips and guided him inside of me. I had
always let Mark control the action, so tonight he believed he was going to do
the same. He tried to roll me over. I squeezed my thighs against his while
tightening my grip on his arms. He was powerless to move me. Using the
explosive muscles in my thighs I pumped his rock hard cock in and out. It was
only a few minutes later that I came again. This time I froze myself, as my
pussy muscles, trapped his thick cock. Mark yelped, "Owwww."

I lessened the grip and continued to fuck him hard. Soon I could see the
telltale signs. His eyes were closing, his breath was getting labored.
Suddenly he thrust up to meet my efforts. Soon after he collapsed back down on
the bed as I felt some of his tremendous discharge escape my pussy. I paused
as more of the fluid began sliding down my thick legs. For the first time I
also felt something else, he was still hard.

Normally Mark needed a short break. Not tonight, his erection never went down.
While his mind might have been conflicted over my dominance, his cock had no
such issues. I picked up the pace again. The movement was freer, aided by his
copious fluids. I felt so strong, powerful and in control. I reached my hands
down and pulled Marks' hands over his head. He did not put up much of a fight
and in my condition, I am not sure he could have stopped me if he wanted to.

I was in compete control. Mark was mine to do with as I wanted. I bent my
mouth down to his and mashed our lips together. I thrust my tongue into his
mouth and pushed and prodded his willing tongue with mine. I was hotter than I
could ever remember. As I approached another orgasm, I stopped pounding and
took him deep inside of me, grinding my clit against his pubic bone.

I felt the waves building again, but so much differently. So much stronger and
deeper than I had ever felt. Then it hit. From my toes to the top of my head,
I exploded. My pussy gripped Mark's cock harder than before. I am sure he
wanted to yell, but my tongue was buried in his mouth. I kept pushing against
him for minutes, as wave after wave pulsed through my powerful body.

Eventually I collapsed on top of him. He was now free. Mark rolled me over and
thrust deep inside me for a few more minutes before he shot his last load. I
was too spent to care. He fell on me with a groan. We lay there for the
longest time neither of us with the energy to move.

This routine continued for a few weeks. We would arm wrestle four or five
times a week. If we were equal I would always win. If I had worked out heavy,
Mark might have a chance. Whoever won the match would carry the other to bed
and had the honor of being on top. Since he was working longer hours, I was
able to lift heavier more often, so I was getting a little stronger.
Eventually, I decided that I had to lose more not less to keep his manhood
intact.

One night he changed things up. I was ready for our after dinner match when he
surprised me by getting me in a rear bear hug, carrying me out into the living
room. Putting me down, he backed away and got into a crouch. We were both in
old t-shirts and shorts. Inside I laughed, knowing that he had never done any
martial arts or anything else that would prepare him for this.

We circled, I allowed him to grab me and pull me in. He had me in a tight bear
hug, but had no idea how to get me down. With some difficulty I pulled my arms
out and quickly snaked them over his. Grabbing my left wrist with my right
hand I bent back. Mark was now in the air. Twisting I put my thigh behind his
and tossed him to the ground.

Landing on top of him, he released a grunt as I knocked some of the air from
his lungs. I had him pinned in less than a minute and I don't think he minded
as he barely tried to escape. I was feeling that rush from controlling a man.
Unfortunately I beat him too easily. I needed more. A thought came to me. The
clothes we were wearing had to be ancient and already falling apart. I sat up
with his arms under my thighs and took the collar of his t-shirt in my hands
and ripped it right off of him.

I soon got a surprise. Suddenly I felt something poke my butt. It was Mark's
cock. Apparently my domination show was arousing him. His cock had escaped
through the top of his shorts and the tip was pressing against my round butt.
I took both of his nipples in my hands and lightly twisted them. Then I raised
my ass slightly off of his stomach. His thick cock slid in between us. Rubbing
back and forth with his huge penis stuck under me I came within minutes.

Still filled with heated emotion, I didn't even bother to take my shorts off.
I pulled the slippery fabric to the side and slid Mark's stiff rod into my
soaking wet pussy. As he entered me the force pushed his shorts to his thighs.
I slammed my body down into his again and again. I would lift my thick ass off
of his hips and then drop it back down again. I was awash with a sexual power.

This was my time. I came to a realization, I loved being dominant. I had to be
strong. I could see Mark was about ready to cum so I picked up the pace even
more. When he groaned in pleasure, I ground myself into his body and felt the
warmth of my own release cascade over my strong body.

The next day, while Mark was out riding his bike, I began to search the
internet to find out about strong women dominating men. I found several sites,
many with stories that gave me ideas to try out on him. That night, when I
beat him, again, in arm wrestling, instead of throwing him over my shoulder I
picked him up in a cradle, like a groom picks up his bride. I made it about
ten feet when I had to put him down. He laughed and said, "Not as strong as
you think you are."

I laughed with him, but inside I was mad at myself. I did not like failure at
something I felt I should be able to succeed at. I always want to be the best,
to give it my all. My holding back on my workouts to not embarrass Mark was
not allowing me to do so. The next day I talked to a friend, who suggested
that I be upfront with him and ask him how he felt about my muscles and my
getting stronger.

As I waited for Mark to get home that night I had the worst case butterflies.
I felt like it was a first date, which it might as well have been, because if
things turned out the way I wanted I would be embarking on a new chapter of my
young life.

At dinner I finally got up the nerve to ask him, with appropriate hesitation,
if he gets excited looking at, touching or even thinking of my muscles. Mark
actually turned a little red and he admitted that he did.

I then told him that he is the sweetest guy I have ever met and that I
wouldn't want to be with anyone else. So if it would make him happy I would be
glad to get a bit more muscular, for him, of course. At this point I got up
from my chair and walked over to him. I hugged him from behind and I asked if
he would like that. Looking down I thought I could see a bulge. I put my hand
on his pants. Boy, did he have an erection. So I said "I take that to be yes."
He actually said, "Honey, that would be fantastic."

Then I said, "It might be possible that I would grow stronger than you in the
end, because you can't train as much with your busy schedule, would you mind
that?"

He really had to think hard about that. Mark must have sat quietly for at
least two minutes. Then he said, "I hope this won't mean that you would
suddenly try to decide anything in the house and behave like a boss?" To which
I replied, "No honey, I would never do that." Then he said "I think I am ok
with it as long as I know you wouldn't embarrass me in public. Because I can
accept it in private. But other people might not and I'm not sure I could take
the embarrassment." He did have a point there. So I said, "I wouldn't dream of
such a thing because I want you to look good in front of others," which was
true.

Then it was silent again. Between dinner and desert I asked him how he would
feel about his masculinity if his girlfriend was stronger than him. Then he
had an epiphany. He said that "feeling good about my masculinity, as far as
strength and such are concerned, does not depend on how strong my girlfriend
is, but on how much effort I have put in to developing my own physique in
relation to how good it could be."

I was glowing after he said that. We quickly finished eating and did not even
bother to clean the dishes. I took him by the hand out to the living room. Not
caring about what he was wearing I ripped his shirt off of him. Next were his
nylon shorts and underwear. I was flush with my newly recognized ability to
dominate him. I then tore off my own clothes. We were both naked in the middle
of the room. Like a cat stalking its prey, I sauntered over to him. Wrapping
my strong arms around him I pulled us close.

Taking my right arm off of him, I held him tight with only me left putting my
hand behind his head, I pulled him down to me. Snaking my tongue out, I ran it
around his ear, I felt the shivers run through his body. I whispered, "Are you
ready to wrestle tonight?" I felt his cock pulse at the mention of our
tussling.

I pushed him back and we started. He was so excited by our conversation that
he took more chances than normal. I had to release him several times from
holds that I was afraid could cause real damage to him. I was twisting his
arms in positions that weren't natural. He was so oblivious to what was going
on, that he would laugh at me every time he managed to "escape."

The room was warm, our bodies were getting slick. I decided to finish him off.
I was too horny to let it continue. I walked forward, fighting off his weaker
arms and got him in a bear hug lifting I threw him carefully down to the
floor. I landed on top of him. He could not move. Remarkably his cock was
between our two bodies and fairly plump. I ground my pussy into it and he soon
grew to full thickness.

It always felt so good to be on top like this. I was getting close to cumming,
then Mark said something amazing. "Honey, I love when you have me in this
position. Where I don't think I can move. You are in complete control." His
acceptance of my superiority was more than this poor girl could take. I
exploded in an astounding orgasm. My pussy juices covered his long cock as I
shuddered for a few minutes.

Collapsing on top of him, I looked down kissed him softly on his lips and said
"I love you baby." He gazed into my eyes and said "yeah, I love you too." I
lifted off of him far enough to put the head of his cock against my wet pussy
lips. Slowly I slid back I loved the feeling as inch by inch he entered my
warm canal.

When he finally was all inside of me, I lay on top of him taking in the
evening. I pulled his head to mine and we kissed. Not the rough kisses of
earlier in the night, but soft and sensuous. I allowed his tongue out of his
mouth and into mine. I was confident that soon he would be completely
dominated, so tonight I let him feel like he was in control.

Not moving I used the muscles of my pussy to milk his pulsing rod. Separating
our mouths I moved my lips along his firm jaw line. I took is head in both of
my hands. I massaged his neck and scalp while kissing his cheeks sliding back
to his ear I let my strong tongue dance along the ridges and valleys.

Moving downward I gave his long neck soft puckering kisses and nibbles. My
lips teeth and tongue flittered along while my pussy rhythmically squeezed his
beautiful cock. My hands moved down with my mouth. I rubbed his solid chest,
digging deeply into the muscle. Bending down I suckled on his small nipples.
The pebbly flesh grew pointed in my mouth.

Sitting up I took his hands and put them on my large firm breasts. Mark began
kneading my soft flesh with his palms, rubbing against my growing nipples.
Taking his nipples in my fingers, I pulled and twisted while working my pussy
as hard as I could. Soon I saw he was getting close to cumming.

I took his left hand off of my right breast and placed it on my lower stomach,
so he could feel my muscles as they worked on his big cock. Then I took his
right hand and put it on top of my right bicep. Slowly and deliberately I
brought my arm up flexing in his face. That was all it took. His back arched a
small moan came through his lips as he shot deep inside of me. Finally moving,
I ground my clit into his hairs and exploded right after him.

My thick upper body collapsed on to his. I ran my hands through his thick hair
and kissed him hard. My mouth opened his with a strong purpose. When I pulled
off of him I saw that once again he was still hard. I motioned for him to give
me his hands. I pulled Mark to his feet and teasingly said, "Do you have
enough strength to carry me to bed. Stamina was never an issue with him. He
bent down using the strength in those long legs and carried my off for what
was to be a very long night of love making.

We have now reached today. The next chapter will chronicle my life as I strive
to improve and strengthen my body.

I have no intention of failing, so I hope you will enjoy following my
adventure.